Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cameroon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Glambeats Corp. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.